At This Point I Meet Me Face

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

Except Two Breeds - The Stupid And The Narrowly Feline - All Women Have A Touch Of The Lesbian: An Assertion All Good Non-analytic Creatures Refute With Horror, But Quite True: There Is Always The Poignant Intensive Personal Taste, The Flair Of Inner-sex, In The Tenderest Friendships Of Women.

When A Man And A Woman Love One Another That Is Enough. That Is Marriage. A Religious Rite Is Superfluous. And If The Man And Woman Live Together Without The Love, No Ceremony In The World Can Make It A Marriage.

I Have Read Of Women Who Have Been Strongly, Grandly Brave. Sometimes I Have Dreamed That I Might Be Brave. The Possibilities Of This Life Are Magnificent.

One's Thoughts Are One's Most Crucial Adventures. Seriously And Strongly And Intently To Contemplate Doing Murder Is Everyway More Exciting, More Romantic, More Profoundly Tragic Than The Murder Done.